The Real Heiress Rules the World (Sloane Rivers) novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132 Just One Word–Serves!

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A flicker of disgust flashed through Sloane’s eyes–she didn’t hesitate. With a swift, precise kick, her foot slammed into the man’s gut.

The creep never saw it coming. Like a severed kite string, he flew several meters through the air before crashing hard onto the cement path with a deep, painful thud.

“You dare hit me?” he growled, clutching his stomach as he struggled to his feet. His eyes burned with vicious malice, and a deranged grin twisted across his face, warping from pain and rage. “You little bitch–tonight, I’ll make you pay!”

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but he didn’t care. Eyes gleaming with vile lust, he lunged toward her again, arms outstretched.

Just then, voices echoed in the distance.

“I saw Sloane heading this way,” someone said.

Whitney’s voice rang out, thick with mock concern, “Trent, are you sure it was Daniel who followed her?”

“Positive,” Trent replied. “I saw it with my own eyes.”

The group following them collectively stiffened. Everyone in Stonebridge knew Daniel’s reputation–he was a notorious womanizer. Once he had his eyes on a woman, there was almost no escape. Backed by a powerful family, he ran unchecked through high society.

Now he’d set his sights on Sloane? Everyone feared the worst.

“We have to help Ms. Sloane!” someone shouted with feigned urgency–but the gleam of excitement in their eyes betrayed their true intentions. A scandal, especially involving Sloane, would be delicious gossip.

Suddenly, a strange noise drifted over from ahead–deep, guttural grunts, like a man in distress.

Those with thinner skin blushed furiously, quickly exchanging knowing glances.

Whitney’s excitement reached a fever pitch. Her steps quickened, driven by a gleeful hunger for drama. She didn’t even wait for the others, rushing ahead as if she were already picturing Sloane’s humiliation.

“Come on! Hurry!” she called, all but sprinting toward the source of the sounds.

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Chapter 132 Just One Word–Serves!

But when they arrived and turned the corner-

They all froze.

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Daniel was hunched over, clutching a tree. His clothes were in disarray, hair a tangled mess, and his expression… like a madman. He looked like he’d just been through hell and barely lived to tell the tale.

“Ahhh!” someone shrieked.

Startled, Daniel turned toward the sound. His bloodshot eyes scanned the crowd like a cornered beast. But before anyone could react, he lunged again—straight at Whitney.

She didn’t even have time to scream before he grabbed her, hands everywhere. His strength was terrifying, and her screams of protest were muffled by his frenzy.

With a loud rip, her sleeve tore clean off.

“Daniel, stop!” Trent cried, trying to help–but fear rooted him in place. Daniel’s madness had him petrified.

“Help me–please!” Whitney sobbed, thrashing wildly. Her earlier excitement was long gone, replaced with sheer panic.

Then-

“Daniel! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

A voice like a whip cracked through the air.

Everyone turned.

Larry. Tall, cold, furious–his presence slammed into them like a wall of ice.

The moment he saw what was happening, he crossed the distance in long strides. He grabbed Daniel by the collar and yanked him backward with terrifying force.

Daniel hit the ground hard.

He barely had time to scramble before Larry stomped down on his back, pinning him like a bug.

“You’ve got some nerve,” Larry said, voice calm and lethal, his gaze like a blade. “You dare lay a hand on someone from the Houston family?”

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